Chapter 22 Insect Seed Insect God Seed

Pfft~

The final roll produced a puff of green smoke from the colorful liquid. Immediately after, the bubbling and rolling multicolored liquid in the test tube came to a complete stop, as if it had turned into stagnant water. The beautiful colors gradually turned gray and then black, emitting a foul odor.

Fantasy's smile froze. Even someone with no knowledge of potion-making could tell that this was a failure.

"Art, what’s going on???" Fantasy’s eyebrows knitted together. This was money, his life savings.

Old Wang didn’t respond; he just frowned.

Did he actually fail?

His survival in this world wasn't based on empty talk but on knowledge. If knowledge was useless, then...

He sniffed the foul odor from the bottle, trying to identify the components of the failure. Then he poured out the wasted potion and started anew.

The same operations, the same steps, the same skilled techniques, but slightly slower this time. Old Wang was now controlling the speed and details.

The initial stages of extracting, refining, and mixing went smoothly. The second attempt quickly reached the final step, perfectly correct!

No issues with the details!

But the result was still a failure.

Fantasy’s expression was frozen. Damn it, this was the second batch. This was a first-class potion, the cheapest and easiest, the foundation for potion masters. It might even be easier than that aphrodisiac.

But Fantasy held back. He saw Wang Feng’s expression wasn’t good either.

Wang Feng frowned deeply. Since returning from the library, he had been optimistic, which is why he had Fantasy prepare the materials. Everything seemed right, so why did it fail?

Third try!

Wang Feng was even more focused, but the result was still a failure. He stood up, unable to sit still anymore. He had already failed three times, feeling further away from the goddess.

Fourth try!

Another failure… Fantasy’s face twitched. Now he felt like he couldn’t even recoup his costs. Aegyoop was getting agitated.

Old Wang comforted Fantasy. Indeed, he had only talked before; this was his first attempt at making potions. Where was the problem?

Fifth try… failure. Sixth try… failure. Seventh try… failure…

Fantasy lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling, mumbling about his failed life.

Why did he believe in someone expelled from the Institute of Potions?

Why did he invest his life savings?

Why did he lose his mind?

The eighth try was another failure. Fantasy couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He saw Rachel’s disappointment.

Wang Feng continued, seemingly having identified the issue but needing to verify it. This was crucial for his survival in this world.

Ninth try… failure.

The last batch. Fantasy rolled his eyes, then suddenly jumped up, "Stop! Keep the last batch. I can at least get some of my money back!"

Wang Feng suddenly smiled, "Aegyoop, I think I’m about to succeed!"

Fantasy looked at Wang Feng, then at the remaining materials, feeling like crying.

"These materials will go bad in half the time, so you have no choice. Stand there and behave. Big brother loves you."

Wang Feng calmly patted Fantasy, who fell back down, feeling hopeless. Even without H8, the six-eye revolver was still a hope. Why did he have to be so greedy?

Tenth try, the potion finally stabilized into a deep blue, clear and beautiful, with a faint sweet scent, enticing and alluring.

Wang Feng slowly exhaled, knowing where the problem lay.

Soul Seeds.

In “Nine Heavens,” Wang Feng roamed freely like a creator god, relying on two things: knowledge and the unique Worm God Seed. Yes, he had shown off, leaving himself the unique Worm God Seed as the creator god of Nine Heavens.

This was akin to finding a secret manual and a thousand-year-old ginseng when falling into a valley in a martial arts novel.

He brought his knowledge over, and his soul was still his own, but this body originally housed an ordinary worm seed, incapable of accommodating the Worm God Seed. The incompatibility between soul and body led to unstable results.

Simply put, the hardware lagged behind the software, resulting in only a 10% success rate.

Even though he succeeded, Fantasy still lay there, feeling hopeless, staring at the first-class potion. No matter how you named it, whether Eagle Eye or Tears of the Goddess, it wouldn’t change anything.

The total cost was over 1,500, while a first-class potion usually sold for 50 to 200.

Ha, a first-class potion with one success out of ten. Such a potion master would be ruined.

"Potions bankrupt three generations, runes ruin a lifetime…" Fantasy felt like crying. "Words of wisdom, words of wisdom!"

"You won’t lose. This bottle, the world’s first Eagle Eye, is worth 2,000 lire!" Wang Feng said.

"Brother, dear brother, father, are you kidding me? A first-class potion for 2,000? Do you think you’re a master potion maker?" Fantasy was speechless.

Wang Feng smiled slightly, "I’ll handle this myself. Less than 2,000, and I’ll call you dad. As the world’s first Eagle Eye, not everyone deserves it."

Fantasy looked at Wang Feng, then at the potion. Its color and feel were indeed different from any other first-class potion.

Looking at Wang Feng's calm and composed demeanor, ... did I overreact?

Mom always says, when you're out in the world, rely on your brothers.

"A-Feng, I've always trusted you. Just now, I was only trying to give you some motivation. You understand, right? I just need my 1500 back; everything else is yours!"

Fantasy realized that as long as he could break even, it would be the blessing of the Supreme God.

The spacious and bright principal's office, while not overly luxurious, was impeccably clean and tasteful. Karida, having traveled extensively across the Nine Heavens Continent—save for the seas—had visited many places with diverse styles, so her taste was impeccable.

Playing with a souvenir from Datura Empire, she listened to Blue Sky's report.

"Your Highness, there are no obvious issues. The Nine Snakes haven't shown any signs of movement. They likely won't act rashly," Blue Sky said.

Noticing Blue Sky's puzzled expression, Karida smiled, "What's wrong? Do you have any concerns?"

"Your Highness, his personality seems a bit unusual, overly cheerful. If I didn't know his identity, I'd think he was one of us."

Karida nodded, "It might be the effect of the Truth Potion. Reviving from near-death can alter one's personality. This is good for us. Keep observing and eliminate all the weeds."

The sound of footsteps approached the door, and Blue Sky vanished in broad daylight.